"Oh, not again!"
Gwin snarled and mumbled at the loss of about fifteen of the carrots, digging though the planters, picking the remaining carrots as she placed them in her apron. Grey eyes scanned the rest of the vegetables, and a little brown tail! Eager to catch the perpetrator, Gwin lunged forward. It was a struggle, but soon there was a rabbit, carrot stuck in its gob and everything, looking up at Gwin.
"Oh, you darn little... Hare."
